Monday morning, got my boots on My checkbook tells me that my money is Got a little honey on me To take her to town at the end of the We'll a parking spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my paycheck
We'll get a chilly cheese dog at the lane I'm still on that perfect game Maybe a movie when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her when the part comes
I may look like an old But I'm a high with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I to have a good time I just gotta stay above that line Food on the table, over head Leave something to my ones When I wind up
You never what life will throw at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
Wish I tell the foreman when I'm under the gun this job and shove it son I keep it to myself I gotta get paid And dance with my at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're sound check Why don't you me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just stay above that poverty line on the table, roof over head Leave to my young ones I wind up dead
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my Friday
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know life will throw at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
I gotta get my hands on that paycheck
Paycheck, Friday Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that paycheck
Ooh, gotta get that paycheck I've waiting on that whistle on the whistle all day long Friday paycheck, paycheck
Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that paycheck Paycheck, paycheck